To watch the dead leaves fall
onto the bleak, white ground,
     It's cold out now.

I realize there is no why to
this, but just a faction of
probability,
       Or maybe not?
Perhaps I created this; the
ultimate, delusional reality.
   To satisfy my soul with
emptiness, or maybe to condemn
my mind unto my misguided
   perceptions....

Change of heart- I am what is inside and out,
if not for me it would not be.
  Everything in this universe
could be called the What,
  But only I am the Why.
What I have learned through a tempest soul,
which I could in a way, call me-
"Sometimes you need not open your eyes
to be able to see.